My Best Friend Crab
Back in our youth, the biggest concerns were:
procuring our juvenile delinquent beer
Worried that our nickel bags laced with paraquat...
Where we could get some easy ****...
My, how we laughed our asses off
when our friend earned his nickname
by "snatching" the crabs from a skank-
Somehow, it's much more sinister now,
children are peppered with
pedophiles
toxic theories
online creepers
fentanyl dreamers
non-believers-
I miss the days of my stoned and filthy innocents.
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